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Speed Limits

Mar 13, 2010 9:48pm

Overtures in dusk. The pallor of her skin. Not content to trust. The small eyes the world would offer. The machine on her wrists. Turning. Coldly burning the fuel. Of splitting skin. The when. Proving otherwise. I was. Am not. Soldier on the plateau of if. This war were ours...

Ruminants

Mar 13, 2010 9:20pm

Limping ghosts use the open window as their crutch. I see. I don't. It's near. It's close. Nothing and everything. These blank spots in my skin. Following the scars. To the places I almost lived. The door is open. The house is empty. No one's home. The winter's over, but...

Pouting

Mar 11, 2010 9:55pm

Content prisoners worship the walls. Keeping them in. Keeping the world from finding them. It's bland. This blade. Constantly stabbing. I bleed. The blood dries. And we start the cycle again. Scarves around her neck telling the time machine when to stop. Little rips in pantyhose creeping up. The hours...

Teeth

Mar 10, 2010 9:22pm

The diamonds in the sky seem small from this far away. They're no bigger close up a disembodied voice explains. The earthquake doesn't happen. It always there but I only feel it sometimes. The disaster is not sudden. I just ignore it for as long as I can. Hot water...

Mission Statements

Mar 9, 2010 10:10pm

Working with the clones. On random identities. The astronaut between her legs suffocating. Too close to the sun. Tripping on the steps. Numbers. Like atom bombs. Taking us back to zero again. I'm not real. I'm just the ghost of a girl. Who once visited your island. And now cannot...

Penetration

Mar 8, 2010 11:08pm

Choice comes in many facets. Choosing. As it were. To be alone. To be touched. By anything you had hoped might remember. Solving the puzzles as the logic comes. In hysterical outbursts. Of empty apartments. And leaky roofs. Lazy friends. And entitled men. Bored with the cycles of menstruation. Choices...

Disappearing Ink

Mar 8, 2010 10:41pm

We're sorry. We always are. These shitty wings don't work and these beans ain't magic. Rage protects. The hurt child that cowers inside us. Love is a difficult emotion to process. It tears down. It builds up. We're weak and we're strong because of it. We're lost. We're defeated. Because....

Tipping Scales

Mar 7, 2010 10:19pm

There are walls. There are windows. I couldn't tell you the difference. Except that looking out. Seeing is its own prison. Looking out. To find. The world waking up again. Is another reminder. Of how little I have left in here. We chase the sunsets. With eyes half closed. Blaming...

The Law of Averages

Mar 6, 2010 9:49pm

We don't say anything to each other. Though we speak every day. Dirty mirrors pretend our faces. Wet shoes. In place of our footsteps. Are all that remain. I should've been gone. But I didn't leave. I should've been orange, but I'm still red. Teasing those same old scabs. The...

Charmed by Defeat

Mar 5, 2010 9:21pm

Matadors on the edge of the red. Tease the horns of the beast. The red is the paradox. The thorns are the truth. The blood is evidence. That the victim is not who we think it is. I don't wait for the snow to melt. I shovel it away. Assuming....

The Trouble with Parasites.

Mar 4, 2010 10:32pm

Often the remedy is simply more of the sickness. This flesh. Like little elevators through warring dimensions. Time pondering. The growing infection of love. Couldn't we tell these same stories in the words we already have. Rather than stumbling through the time lines for poor substitutes. Couldn't we just wear....

The Patent Office

Mar 3, 2010 9:48pm

Dimensions determined. By the absence of when. We were ever that young. That naive. As to believe. We would tell these stories without hurting. The monster. The caution signs. Proliferating. In idle cuts. The drug. More myself than I am. Torn belts on her heavy pants. Test the scorch marks...

Her Attics

Mar 2, 2010 10:29pm

The stairway on its tiptoes. Straining to see. What is right in front of it. The world in colored blocks. Testing her confidence. As she examines the evidence. The wolf puffing. While she hides in her straw house. Bricks falling all around her. Catching none. Her painted fingernails. Rife with...

Saltwater

Mar 1, 2010 10:10pm

Cost. In stumbles of skin. Measuring. What isn't there. The island. The drowning. That takes forever. And only minutes. As she forget the world that has already forgotten. Little poisons coax the sick. With promises of rescue. And worlds so different from the one we're stuck in. Teasing the monster....

Infinty... Maybe More

Feb 28, 2010 9:54pm

It's only alone. Letting you know its there. In little itches and weak splints. For too many broken bones. The random villains and derelict heroes. In the sparsely populated kingdom of our hope. The tornado in her fist tells her the darkness will be coming back. And she'll never know...

Sad Vultures

Feb 27, 2010 9:42pm

We waited for the lights to come on. Drinking and taking sleeping pills. Talking to each other in riddles. Making tea and pretending to go to sleep. Watching the world surrender a snowflake at a time.Calling the monsters by name. As all fables are given to point out the obvious....

Rotten Apples

Feb 26, 2010 9:24pm

The fruit on the ground. Blaming the tree. The white in the air. Condones my blindnes. As I instruct my eyes not to see. Shovels and sages. More accuracy than compassion. Pencils and scissors content in their wisdoms. Of wrsits. And scars. And other such obvious treasons. I wasn't waiting....

What Happened

Feb 25, 2010 9:33pm

Waiting for the wind to listen kept her busy. The things it would say not so much. The catapult on the back of her thighs. Straining. To contain all that violence. Miles of skin. Blank chalkboards. Begging to be scratched. Causality and collusion in volunteering her thoughts for experiment. One...

Watching the Weather

Feb 24, 2010 9:25pm

It's always winter. The cold doesn't forget. Stolen skins. Nor the things that died inside them. It's just snow. Until it isn't. And we shiver inside our empty houses. Telling stories about how cold it gets. In all this darkness. With the windows open.It gets warm sometimes, but the cold...

Impossible Angles

Feb 23, 2010 10:13pm

She woke up to hare. Had fallen Asleep to the tortoise. Anyway. It's all the same she said. Neither is going anywhere. Apple cores and banana skins toy with her discretions. A little house. Amongst many. With the lights out. With the meaningless people sleeping inside it. Dreaming up reasons...

Choices

Feb 22, 2010 10:08pm

Two stones hit the Earth. Each one from a different world. Each one a different size and shape. Two stones. one hole. Pebbles and math. In variances. Of potential means. Beneath the skin. Observers spoiling the experiment. The contiuum. Barking lovers on the edge of the bed. Tease the martyrs...

Prevailing Winds

Feb 21, 2010 10:40pm

She leaves me all the time, though still I see her there. The broken porches. The idling engines. Of predators without their claws. Light bulbs. Incandescent. Positing their measures. As her ass tips the scale. Writing her stories with a fingernail to the chalkboard. Falling asleep to tamazapam and old...

Pliable Saviors

Feb 19, 2010 9:11pm

The antonyms still evolving as she makes her way through the grimoire. Shuttered closets tease the skin. With long division. And monsters whose faces are too familiar. The arrow waits for its moment. As her heart tumbles on. Avoiding the measures of time. Like a child escapes it bedtime. Awake...

Scrutinizing the Details

Feb 18, 2010 9:20pm

I catch him. Conspiring with corpses. Failed auctions in the when. Tires still turned. And knowing knew us first. She cautions him about the fire. But he knows nothing of the burn. Her scars only encourage him. She makes her cuts in the paper. Assuming the shape will emerge. She...

Bubbles on Sad Petitions

Feb 17, 2010 9:01pm

Uneven parables betray the lessons. The window is open to nothing. The glass is broken. Tall ladders fever the clouds. With suspicions of rain. The weather is us. As we tiptoe through the weakening thunder. The parallel suggests. Burnt ends. Raw middles. Tender with blood. As we feast anew. Red...